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Re: GATHER: Callamere Stall - Firelizards (NPC Giselle/Delysia)

Nutmeg
 

"Let's see..." Giselle glanced at the items that had been selected, jotting it down in the small receipt book, her charcoal moving down the columns as she quickly added up. It took only a second to tear it from the page and hand it over. "That's the full amount. If you do get someone to collect it on your behalf, just have them come back with the receipt, that way we will know it's yours." Giselle smiled broadly at the Goldrider. "Is there anything else I could help you with at all ma'am?"


On Mon, Jun 29, 2020 at 12:42 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"I'll send someone around by the end of the day." Delysia promised. At a gather like this one, you could always find a candidate willing to run a quick errand in return for some small remuneration. "What do I owe you?"
 

On Wed, Jun 24, 2020 at 1:37 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Certainly ma'am, we can arrange to have the stand delivered if that would be more helpful or you can collect it at the end of the day - same as the toy. Probably wouldn't be the most easy thing to cart around!" Moving to the corner where the stands were arranged, Giselle selected one and glanced back at Delysia for confirmation she had picked the one indicated. They weren't overtly fancy but there was a pleasing, natural elegance to their structure which meant they could fit into practically any environment - no matter the decor. The ball was deftly picked up as she returned, reaching into a pocket for a small invoice book that she kept to hand.

On Sat, Jun 20, 2020 at 8:09 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia wasn't nearly as certain that her musically acute firelizard queen wouldn't notice the change in sound, but smiled back anyways. "It's worth a try, I suppose." She replied. "I'll take the ball. Oh, and one of those floor perches." She pointed towards the one that she wanted. 


On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 3:44 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Giselle grinned slyly at the woman after a resounding chuckle in response to her previous comment. "That's why you take the little balls out of the bells when she's not around. Do it a few at a time so it's gradual. One day, suddenly no noise at all. And if you do it right, they can't quite remember if it sounded like that the whole time. Even a gold." There was a cheerful wickedness to her eyes that suggested that she had done such a thing herself on more than one occasion. 

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 7:42 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia laughed softly. "I think you've worked firelizards - firelizard queens in particular - for long enough to not know the answer to that question." And indeed, Aoede had no sooner caught sight of the large stand full of firelizard paraphernalia than dropped off of her perch at Delysia's shoulder to investigate. A few strokes of her swift wings took her to the table where she landed and was soon immersed in exploring her many, many choices. She took her time in examining each of the toys on display, but time and time again her attention was drawn back to one toy in particular - a soft, yarn covered ball that was festooned with half a dozen silver bells that rang merrily whenever the ball moved. 

Delysia sighed. "Something tells me I'm going to regret buying that one for her." 


On Tue, Jun 9, 2020 at 3:13 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Giselle had laughed lightly at the reply, a sweet and cheery sounded. "No offence taken at all, ma'am. I know the feeling entirely. I would walk over hot coals barefoot for my Shimmer, even if she had been found on the beach and not from one of our own eggs." Said gold, currently grooming herself carefully on a nearby perch had glanced up at the sound of her name, offering a perfunctory chirrup of greeting at Aeode. It was all polite manners and etiquette rather than borne out of genuine friendliness, but then that was golds all over. The epitome of manners. 

"Toys you say? Why we do indeed carry a selection. Same with training treats and some rather more indulgent. Ironic you mention those, I've been in talks with someone at the Weyr about arranging to have some kept in Weyr for people to obtain for their own firelizards." She gestured to one side of the tent where large stands had been set up that were positively festooned in just about every sort of toy, training device, wrapped boards for sharpening talons, even several floor perches had been set up. "Are you looking for anything in particular or do you like to let your beautiful girl choose for herself? I know *I* don't get a say in the matter when I'm buying for Shimmer!"

On Fri, Jun 5, 2020 at 2:19 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Thank you. I most certainly am." Delysia responded pleasantly. "And no, Aoede here is wild bred. I hope you'll not be offended if I say that I would not trade her for any other firelizard in the world, as fine as your bloodlines are." Certainly, the glance that the small queen gave Giselle was haughty enough to belong to the most carefully bred gold.

"But it's actually for Aoede that I've come. I seem to recall this stall carrying a very fine selection of firelizard toys in the past. Aoede deserves her Gather Day treat, same as anyone else." 


On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 6:48 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Oh they absolutely would :)

IC: Bidding a customer a good day, Giselle moved through the customers and promptly affected a polite curtsey when she saw the Goldrider. She had caught a glimpse of the gold thread, if not the full knots themselves. "Good Gather to you ma'am. I hope you are enjoying yourself thoroughly. And an equally good Gather to your lovely lady there - is she one of ours?." Of course she had noticed the gold, Giselle had probably noticed the firelizard before she noticed the Rider. "Please let me know if I can assist you at all."

On Fri, May 29, 2020 at 4:48 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
OOC: Delysia is not looking for a firelizard - only firelizard treats and toys. I assumed that the Callamere stall would carry some. If that's not the case, feel free to let her know ICly xD

The best part of any gather is the opportunity to browse the stalls and Delysia enjoyed it to the full. As it was during the day, she dressed simply but well, in an elegant dress of deep blue with split skirt to maximize her freedom of movement. A small dainty pale gold firelizard perched on her shoulder, partially obscuring her rank knots - though the firelizard itself was a clear advertisement of her position. And besides, there was the pair of guards that trailed a discrete two paces behind.

By chance, Delysia's footsteps took her past the spectacular Callamere compound. She paused. Aoede had behaved extraordinarily well during the months when Delysia's attention had been primarily focused on Razelth. She had earned a special treat. With that in mind, she approached the stall.


On Thu, May 28, 2020 at 3:21 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Date Reference: Gather starts 8.28.6.1.


IC: One trader caravan was eagerly awaited every Mid-Summer Gather and the Callamere compound was always a sight to see. The large paddocks housing the Callamere White runners - their coats glinting brightly in the morning sun as they tossed their heads and flicked their tails. Near that was the large, text like structure where the wher-pups for Bonding were available to be seen, watched over by Revai’s trio of golds and beyond that again was the firelizard stall - the roof of the open-fronted tent festooned with firelizards trilling their merry song, darting through the air like colourful flags.


The Turn, it was not Sythy manning the stall but rather her replacement, her younger sister Giselle, the blonde-haired woman the spitting image of her father, Riv. Tall but lean, her blonde hair braided and wearing a light blue belted tunic, she struck a cheerful figure as she carefully fussed over the trays of eggs that had been arranged and marked up with their colour and prices. On her shoulder, draped with casual elegance was the unmistakable shape of a Callamere gold firelizard who inspected her Mistress’s handiwork with a discerning eye.


When they were finally ready to go, the barriers were taken down, the gangway cleared and the stall was open to all!


OoC: IMPORTANT - Read this OOC before posting a reply as this lays down a bit of groundwork on how to reply and some OOC/IC notes to keep to mind.


  • Please add your character name to the subject line to create a new thread rather than just replying to the core thread. This is to help me keep the threads in track.

  • Threads do not need to just be for purchasing. Maybe your character has questions, wants advice or just wants to know a bit more about the Callamere lineage.

  • There are only a limited number of firelizards available and an extremely small amount of metallics. People who have recently obtained a metallic in the Easter gifting will be given a lower preference to someone who has not. A character with few/no draconic pets will be given higher preference over someone who has many. This is to be as fair as possible.

  • ICly your character needs to logically have a reason to have the amount of marks they have. For example, a Candidate is unlikely to have 12 marks for a bronze flirelizard.

  • ICly your character will be questioned regarding their suitability. Remember Callamere firelizards are not just wild firelizards, they are carefully bred and temperamentally selected. If your character does not seem to be up to scratch (for any number of reasons), they can and will be refused the sale.

  • Although Candidates are permitted to purchase a firelizard if they so wish, this will make them ineligible to Stand at the next Hatching due to the firelizard being about 3-4 months old at the time and therefore likely to go wild. Given the price of their animals, Callamere will likely try to deter any Candidate where possible but please give an OOC note if you are intending not to Stand to Impress anyway.

  • Although Callamere does allow their firelizards to Impress to children as young as 9 Turns, no child under the age of 14 Turns will be served without a parent/guardian present.



How much do Callamere firelizards cost?


Green - 5 marks

Blue - 8 marks

Brown - 12 marks

Bronze - 15 marks

Gold - Not available through purchase



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Re: Can *you* help *me*? (ATTN: Nyzara, Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

It was tempting to be a little snide in her reply at first, a defensive reflex from the knowledge that this woman was likely using her Mindhealing training to analyse and assess everything she said, every move she made. Even if it was through her firelizard's eyes. It wasn't Nyzara's fault. Tyne just... didn't trust Mindhealers not to use every opportunity to get into her head. "Yes, more than once. More so when she was younger and stubbornly determined to hide her eggs. These days, no. She knows that her eggs are safer with me than they are anywhere else."


On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 6:20 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You speak from experience? About the cliffface, I mean."

One hand stroked the gravid gold as she awaited the reserved woman's answer. It still bothered her that she had failed; no one had said as much, but she would; with Tyne.

On Jun 24, 2020, at 3:44 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"So it sounds as though she's picked your office. That's potentially not ideal as she might cause problems for any patients you see. Some golds can get very possessive and outright defensive, especially if it's their first clutch." Tyne's voice was matter of fact and she shrugged a little nonchalantly. "They all have their own quirks but it's about finding a balance. I imagine she's picked there because you're there a lot. But at least you know where it is and aren't expected to somehow navigate up a cliff face."

On Sun, Jun 21, 2020 at 11:10 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
The Mindhealer actually blushed. A hand rose to stroke the gold as she admitted, "She was found nesting with the silliest items in my office the other morning."

On Jun 9, 2020, at 5:17 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

OoC: As the gold is her eyes, I'm assuming she's with her.

IC: A quick glance at the gold told Tyne all she needed to know. The obviously gravid gold would likely be clutching any time now. "First clutch I presume," she remarked as she wiped off her hands with a rag. There was dust everywhere. "Have you seen her nesting about your weyr at all? If she's planning to clutch in your weyr, then she will have already claimed a nesting site. If not, then she's picked it elsewhere and you need to find out where." As much as Bobbin nearly always clutched with Tyne at her side, there was the odd occasion where the fussy creature decided that somewhere else was better. And was promptly ratted out by the rest of the fair so Tyne could recover the clutch. Well, at least this wasn't some attempt to follow up to what could fairly be described as disastrous meeting.

On Sat, Jun 6, 2020 at 6:54 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"It's my gold, Flare," she explained. "She's almost ready to cluch and I'm looking for information on how and where I can direct her to clutch safely."

On Jun 4, 2020, at 4:22 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It certainly wasn't going to be done in a day, and probably not even a sevenday. But Tyne was spending as much time as she could working on the old recovery weyr that she had commandeered for the flit clinic. Wearing clothes she was happy to destroy and a scarf over her hair, Tyne hefted a large box to the ground, stopping to open it and finding another crate of empty numbweed jars that would need re-sterilising. At least she knew where they had been storing them. "In the back!" she called, looking up at the irritated chatter she noted from Bobbin, a flash of the Mindhealer through her thoughts. Oh, marvellous. This had better not been an "impromptu visit to check on you". She was far beyond that nonsense. But she was polite enough to take the woman's blindness into consideration and stepped out from the maze of boxes and towards the open front of what had been a wall. It had come down at some point and she was already discussing with the Woodcraft, about the installation of a large set of doors that would protect the front from weather damage as at the moment, the rain just blew right in. 

"How can I help?"

On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 5:22 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
The mess of furs, clothing, and miscellaneous items that her beautiful Flare had used to try to nest in her office had brought something home to the Mindhealer. She needed help. She needed knowledge. She needed Tyne.

"Lady Tyne?" she called, pausing outside of the disused weyr that a Healer Apprentice had led her to.




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Re: Yes she's fully grown. No, we're not Weyrlings. (Dytha/D'jarin)

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"You explain, I'll keep scrubbing." Dytha had said softly, picking the brush back up. "And be nice. I'm sure he's just curious." She had affectionately kissed Ponth's shoulder before resuming lathering the green up.

(( Fiiiiine. ))  Another small huff and she turned her dark head back towards Vizalath and inspected the bronze carefully. This time her mind-voice was at least more like her usual self, bouncing with its sofft, lilting tones. (( I came from very far away. And very long ago. It was very dark. And very cold. But I saw light! And I knew that Healer-mine was waiting for me.))

Dytha had heard this story many, many times. And her opinion was that it was her green's way of understanding the fact she had been brought two thousand years forward in time. Whilst still in her egg. She suspected that the "light" was the moment her shell had cracked after arriving and the last glimpse of memory that she had. Dytha wondered if, much like humans remembering a significant or traumatic event, that the chaos of her hatching had left an imprint of memory she would retain forever.

On Thu, Jun 25, 2020 at 12:41 AM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
Now *that* was interesting, and whereas Vizslath may have gone back to waiting if it was just an errant weyrling, the fact that this green was a mature adult caught and held his interest. ((But you are small.)) he responded, leaning in to peer at Ponth a bit better, and then settling back with a hum. ((I see it now. Where did you come from, that you are so small? Are you well?)) He was at least, genuinely concerned. 

D'jarin, perhaps unluckily, chose that moment to return from the direction of the Rider's Hall, last bite of meatroll in hand, and Vizslath's head turned. ((Mine! Come see this at once!)) 



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Abreast in a New Home (Macralan, any)

Ren
 

The salty sea breeze was fresh on Macralan's face and flowing through his hair, the fish and ocean scents blending now with earthy smells blending in just after the lookout shouted for land. As much as he wanted to stand at the bow and stare at the Southern continent with its vast expanse of lush greenery, Macralan knew that he was needed onboard the ship. As the cries of welcome from the local dolphins mixed with the eager squeaks of his own partner, the human side of the pair was quick to attach ropes, adjust sails, and check cargo for slippage. Once everything was clear, Macralan went aboveboard again just in time for the ship to dock at Arolos' docks.

Macralan disembarked and immediately went to check on Kos, setting his bag down on the deck and whistling. Almost immediately, the dark grey bottlenose breached surface and clicked at him eagerly.

"New home, yes! Finally done swimming, yes?" Kos asked almost wistfully enough that Macralan had to chuckle.

"Yeah, Kos, we're at Arolos. Wait until the Tillek hears how far you swam, huh? She'll be so impressed with you." Macralan grinned more at how proudly his partner slapped at the water with his pectoral fins.

"Kos swim far! Kos swim long, much long than adult test."

"You deserve a rest, Kos. Why not ask a local pod where is good to sleep, yeah? I'll call you once I'm settled so you know where I am." The man reached out to gently rub Kos' melon and the dolphin clicked softly in pleasure. Kos was about to swim off when he saw someone approaching and squeaked at them.

"Human hello! I'm Kos! Yes, I'm Kos!"
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Ren's Crafters: Diagir (Whercraft), Reitz (Whercraft), Torinael (Healer), Ozfini (Healer)

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Golden Temperments ((JP: Kassia/Foreth & Andreya))

Rosiegirl
 

It was midday, just after lunch and the beginning of the second chore time, when Andreya was striding into the Hatching Caverns. Her flits, now closer to a month old, were both off galavanting with some of the other Weyrs flits and Andreya was secure in the knowledge that both her flits had harnesses detailing they belonged to her. She could feel Ellysetta, even now, having fun diving through the clouds while Colzar basked and preened with a fair of beauties and the candidate couldn’t help the smile on her lips.


She’d taken the same care with her appearance this morning as she did every morning, yet there were some differences from how she looked assisting Kassia through the first chore time and how she looked now. The colorful accessories, the scarf around her neck and the matching tie covering the leather strip tying the end of her braid, were no longer present and her hair itself wasn’t *quite* so neat in it’s tight braid as wisps of her red hair had escaped and were curling softly around her face. Thankfully, her knee length skirt and sleeveless shirt had survived the more physical lessons today without getting dirty.


As she approached the Stands where Kassia’s office was, at the same time coming close to the injured Queen, Andreya offered the gold a greeting like she always did if Foreth was awake when she arrived saying respectfully with a low dip of her head “Good afternoon, Foreth.” With her shoulder bag containing more materials for her to study swinging along with her purposeful strides, she dipped her head respectfully at the guards but began to walk past them after a “Good afternoon.” to them. After working for Kassia for over 2 sevendays (18 days actually), the rotation of guards knew her and only tended to stop Andreya now if Kassia was in the middle of a meeting. 


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“Welcome back, Andreya,” Kassia said, without looking up from her paperwork. “I’ll have some work for you in a bit. Feel free to take a break in the meantime.”


Foreth was indeed awake and watched the girl closely. She’d been paying more and more attention to the girl as a potential source of entertainment which Kassia so far had warned her off. Her tail lashed slightly, a sign that she was either irritated or up to no good.


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Walking past the guards into the office, at Kassia’s greeting and instructions Andreya dipped her head low and replied back with a smile “Thank you, Ma’am. I hope you had a good lunch. And anything you need done, of course.” And then, per the Weyrwoman’s instructions, Andreya walked over the little ways to the assistant’s desk she was sharing and, after removing the bag from her shoulder, she sat down and got comfortable. 


As Andreya pulled out some of her newer study material involving some of the slightly less than basic dragonhealing information...like, ‘basic dragonhealing plus’. As she settled in to read the material she’d been provided, her left hand holding a quill was making neat notes of various things on a separate sheet of paper for when she returned the study material to the ACMs. As she began to delve into the material, her handwriting neat and precise, she was focused on the material with an ear kept open for Kassia.


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Things were quiet other than the shuffling off paper and scratching of pens for a few minutes then a voice whispered into her head.


((Hey, you. What you doing?)) Where Kassia couldn’t see it, Foreth’s tail twitched harder. If Foreth could have grinned, she would have, the goldrider none the wiser as she began her plan.


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A few minutes of reading a small section and then making a couple lines of notes resulted in Andreya being...about a quarter of the way through the page in her neat, small, precise writing (not the extravagant flourishes she sometimes wrote in, that not being necessary for lesson notes). So, when there was a sudden voice whispering into her head Andreya jumped in her chair and due to her hand jerking in surprise there was now a dark streak of ink that had jumped across the page. 


Quickly getting some plotting paper so that the streak of ink didn’t spread even more over the words she’d already written, Andreya at the same time lifted her head toward the gold to see that Foreth was watching her intently. Well, she could very much understand someone injured and essentially being on ‘bed-rest’ to get a bit restless, and want conversation from anyone around. 


But, Andreya didn’t want to disturb Kassia by speaking across the office, so she got up from her desk and walked closer to the edge of the railing and Foreth herself before she politely replied with “I’m studying, making notes over what I’m reading so that I’ve got my own study notes when I have to return the material to the CMs. Today, I’m studying a bit of dragonhealing, actually. Nothing very advanced, but a bit more than just the basic intro lesson I’ve had. You might have heard that I’m a new candidate, so I’m just trying to catch up with all the other candidates who’ve been studying these things longer than I have.”


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((Why would you want to do that?)) Foreth asked. ((Surely the important stuff comes when you Impress. IF you’re worthy of one of my babies. Do you think you’re worthy of one of my babies?)) She lifted her head high and looked down on Andreya from above, a gesture that had intimidated more than a few over the turns without her barely doing anything. 


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At Foreth’s first question of ‘Why’ Andreya would bother to study these things *before* impressing, the candidate began to formulate an answer. However, then the gold continued on with her question of if Andreya thought she was *worth* one of Foreth’s babies, and the Harper candidate’s formulated answer halted in the face of that large head staring down at her.


Yes, this was not just *a* gold, not just her *cousin’s* gold, but the gold who was above all others at Arolos. However, Andreya was no shrinking flower herself, and at Foreth’s clearly intimidating posture paired with that question of Andreya’s worth the candidate’s back (which had already been straight and confident in her movements) straightened up even more. And yes, she *did* have to tilt her head up to look at the now golden head above her, but her posture didn’t make it *look* as if Andreya was looking up at the gold in submission. Instead, it was clear that this candidate possessed self-confidence in who *she* was, as well as a fair bit of composure and assertiveness (she’d needed to, in order to excel like she did with the Harpers). 


As she stared up at the gold, not at all feeling like she was being stared *down* and intimidated, even though that’s what Foreth was trying to do, Andreya countered Foreth’s question in a respectful tone (that also contained a much stronger version of the iron will she’d put in to keep the Harper boys who’d fawned after her in check) “I wouldn’t be a candidate if I didn’t think I was worthy, Golden Foreth, even worthy of one of your daughters or sons as my lifemate.” 


After her initial statement, Andreya answered the first question the gold had asked explaining “And I’m studying now because knowledge is its own form of power. Yes, I could be like someone who impresses from the Stands and not be prepared at all for having a lifemate so that I have to catch up and learn *everything* during weyrlinghood, but why would I? Studying now, catching up now means that if something should happen *early* in weyrlinghood, for example, before the AWLMs have given the normal dragonhealing lesson, it means that I’d already be prepared should the knowledge be needed. Being prepared like that could mean the difference between keeping my lifemate next to me or them going between if I *wasn’t* prepared. Why wait to be handed knowledge as *other people* deem you to be ready for it, instead of being proactive and seeking it out yourself?”


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Kassia had caught on to what was going on and didn’t hear the question, but knew Foreth well enough to know what she’d likely asked. She quietly listened, unobtrusively watching, curious herself what Andreya would come up with.


((Is it that? Or do you think it’s because you’re her near clutchmate?)) Foreth asked, the words casual, but the meaning vicious. Very few people called her a nice dragon. She was a Queen who held herself as above all others and if she had her way, only a chosen few would be allowed to Impress her eggs. Whether she felt Andreya was getting near that list or not remained to be seen.


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At Foreth’s oh-so casual words, the vicious barbs, Andreya didn’t flinch. Instead, the tall girl went very still while she stood in front of the gold as she stayed calm and respectful despite the Queen’s words. A moment later, Andreya was shaking her head at the gold saying “All due respect, Golden Foreth, but no I don’t believe that’s so. Yes, there’s no way to know if there might have been some hint of sensitivity toward being a dragon’s lifemate that was passed from my father’s side of the family down to me that attracted the Searchdragon to me, and if that is the case I’m thankful for it as that’s what helped the Searchdragon to find me when I was trapped in a collapsed tunnel from the earthquake. But it was *my* choice to accept being searched, to take that leap away from the safety and security of being a Harper knowing what that would mean for my life if I did impress. I was searched and chose to accept a life as a rider *before* knowing who my father and my new extended family was, and it’s that choice and the willingness and the determination to work hard at that path, that make me and so many others worthy.”


“Everything I’ve done and accomplished has been on my own merit, has been through working hard for it and was not handed to me. Yes, once I showed promise as a Harper when I was young my mother was the one who set up private lessons, but it was *my* strength of character and strong sense of purpose that was why I succeeded when so many others my age fall by the wayside and are only ‘adequate’ instead of excelling. So, I will not just coast by in candidacy, waiting until I’m picked by a hatchling before learning what I need to know, and instead I’m putting my time to good use to make sure that when a hatchling does pick me that I bring everything I can to our pairing.”


“And if you’re referring to knowledge *not* being power, that it’s the fact I’m related to the Arolos Weyrwoman that gives me power...I’ll admit that you are correct there, to a point. I don’t dictate who my family is any more than your golden daughters and granddaughters, Valkath, Zivath, and Razelth, can dictate that *you* are their mother or grandmother. And yet, it’s not *just* the fact that you are their mother or grandmother that makes them powerful, they are powerful all on their own. The same applies to me, as well as anyone related to someone in a position of power: relatives of Weyrwomen and goldriders, Lord Holders, Mastercrafters. Yes, being related to someone in power can give us power, but it’s up to us on if *and* how we use that power as well as that, just like your golden daughters, we can be powerful all on our own. After all someone can have power without the proper knowledge on how, when, where, and most importantly when *not*,  to flex that power...and if someone in power doesn’t have that knowledge then they end up having to rely on the knowledge of others then do those in power really hold the power themselves and end up being puppets to those who *do* have that knowledge.”


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Foreth was silent for a long moment as she watched the confident girl who had stood up to her rather than wilting.


((You’ll do,)) she said finally. ((Now come get my itches.))


Kassia, for her part, was very impressed. “Good answer,” she called. “Foreth she doesn’t have to get your itchy parts if she doesn’t want to come onto the hot Sands.”


((If she’s worthy, she’ll come,)) Foreth said, lowering her head back to her good forepaw as if she didn’t care either way. With Foreth, it was hard to tell.


“You don’t have to do it just because Foreth demands it,” Kassia added to Andreya.


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As Foreth stayed silent after her words, Andreya kept herself standing straight and confident as she looked at Foreth. She would not let the gold’s silence sway her into apologizing for the opinions she’d voiced, into retracting anything she’d said. If, Faranth forbid...but if it turned out that she’d offended the gold then she’d apologize for causing offence, but she wouldn’t apologize for the opinions she held and had spoken. 


Even though by now Andreya was sure Kassia had heard the conversation between her and Foreth, Andreya kept her eyes on the golden Queen instead of looking back at the Weyrwoman. When Foreth finally responded with approval followed by the request, Andreya was relieved but didn’t immediately let out a breath, relax her shoulders, or give an outward sign of that relief being a weight off her shoulders. 


Before she could reply to Foreth’s request, Kassia spoke and Andreya turned to give her cousin a small smile at the approval she’d received for her answer. At Kassia saying that Andreya didn’t *need* to go down to scratch Foreth, even with the gold’s retort that someone worthy would come, Andreya nodded her head at Kassia’s last comment. 


Glancing at her study material and the page of notes she’d been in the middle of writing out, considering the material she was studying involved not quite basic dragonhealing, Andreya decided she’d find benefit to agreeing to the gold’s request since Foreth was recovering from some injuries herself. 


Turning back to look first at Foreth and then at Kassia, Andreya nodded her head again saying politely “It’s ok, I don’t mind Foreth’s request. My study topic today is dragonhealing, so it would be beneficial along with helping Foreth. Unless you need me to go and run an errand, at the moment Ma’am?” 


Even as she asked that question, Andreya had begun walking over to the desk and closing the book she’d been studying. Making sure her page of notes with it’s blotched ink was dry, Andreya stacked up her materials neatly on the desk before turning back to Kassia waiting for her response. 


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“I don’t need you right now,” Kassia said. “You may do as you wish.” Kassia honestly didn’t care whether Andreya went to Foreth or not, just so long as she knew it was of her own choice. 


Foreth, however, watched Andreya move about, very much caring whether the girl obeyed or not but pretending that she didn’t care.


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As Kassia said that she wasn’t needed, Andreya dipped her head saying “Thank you Ma’am. I’ll be listening carefully, should you need me to make a run.”


With that, Andreya headed out of the ‘office’ stands and down to the hot Sands. Her skirt moved around her legs as she walked confidently over to the injured gold. As she reached Foreth’s head, Andreya stopped and asked politely “So, where do you have itches Foreth?” 


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((My belly itches.)) As it started to expand with the eggs inside, Foreth’s abdomen hide was growing itchier and drier. She groaned as she shifted her wing to give the girl better access. ((There’s oiling that needs doing, too. It’lll help the itching.))


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At hearing it was the Queen’s belly that itched, Andreya nodded as she quickly realized that made sense with the gold’s growing clutch. At the gold’s next words, Andreya again nodded saying “I understand, Foreth. I’ll take care of it for you.” Stepping back as Foreth stretched her wings, Andreya looked around for some dragoncare supplies, suspecting it to be nearby. Finding it, she took not only the oil and the spreading paddle, but also some cleaning clothes, it wouldn’t do, after all, to spread oil around into a hide that was covered in itchy sand. The sand needed to be cleaned off first!


Grabbing the materials, Andreya waited for the gold to get settled before approaching Foreth’s belly. Starting first with the cloth to wipe away any sand from Foreth’s golden hide, Andreya followed it up with large dollops of oil spread around with the paddle. Since becoming a candidate she’d gotten the opportunity to assist with oiling dragons, so she knew the care that needed to be taken with this task and focused on making sure she did it perfectly as she worked her way across the belly, first wiping away the sand then spreading dollops of oil around the expanding belly. And as she worked, her focus on her task had her fall silent in concentration even as she compared the gold’s differences in anatomy with the green and blue she’d assisted oiling before.


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The Caverns was quiet for a while with just the sound of Kassia shuffling papers and occasionally a contented groan from Foreth as Andreya worked the oil into her itchy belly and soothed some of that itch. 


((Yes, right there,)) Foreth said, leaning into the oiling. ((You do this well. Now the other side. You might be worthy after all.


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Andreya was watching Foreth carefully as she worked, lightening her touch if it looked like the gold was in pain or pressing harder if it looked like Foreth was leaning into her touch (through cloth or paddle). When there were groans of contentment, Andreya took an extra moment to focus on those spots more, spreading some extra oil there and making sure it was worked into the gold’s hide. 


As Foreth spoke, leaning into the paddle, Andreya smiled and pressed harder as she spread the oil, to help scratch whatever itch Foreth had *right there*. The compliment on it’s own would have earned the gold an immediate ‘thank you’, but the fact that it was followed with another comment on her being ‘worthy’ had Andreya taking extra effort not to pause even as she told herself that this must be just a pregnant mom’s worry...comparing it to a parent wanting to make sure the person their child was courting was actually worthy of their child. Looking at it like that, Andreya couldn’t see any harm in the gold’s ‘tests’.


So, as she finished off this side with a last swipe of the paddle, Andreya grabbed the oil bucket, paddle, and cloth and began to walk around to the other side as she replied back to Foreth “Thank you. I’m glad I finally got some experience earlier as a candidate oiling dragons, so I could do this for you.” 


Andreya didn’t comment on the ‘worthy’ comment from the gold as she settled on the other side. Andreya did pause a moment, glancing up at Kassia just to be sure everything was still fine, before she began to just as thoroughly clean sand off and then oil this side of Foreth’s belly. She again watched and listened to the gold carefully, to see where she needed to focus her attention or press a little harder, or even where to lighten up her touch if she needed to. 


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Every once in a while Foreth would mutter something contented through the oiling, but mostly the Sands were quiet. Kassia was glad for the break. It was a longer period where Foreth felt almost happy in her head than she had in a while. Not having to sit and be bitched to all day long was a nice relief for the goldrider.


“When you’re done, my lunch should be ready for pick up,” Kassia called as Andreya came near to the end. 


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Andreya was not one of those girls who felt like silence was uncomfortable and needed to fill it with inane chatter, so as she worked she enjoyed the quiet and was glad that it didn’t seem like an awkward silence between her and Foreth. As she worked, she didn’t hold back the small smiles whenever Foreth would mutter something at her, and when that happened Andreya took a moment to spend extra time on that spot, making a list of all the spots that the gold seemed to enjoy attention at the most just in case Foreth requested another belly-oiling from her. 


And it seemed like almost perfect timing that had Kassia calling down to her about lunch right as Andreya was almost finishing up the last spot on Foreth’s belly. Glancing up at Kassia, Andreya called out “Of course Ma’am, just another moment and I’ll be done with this last spot.” Even as she said that, Andreya (not wanting to offend the gold) didn’t rush in her movements and took the same care she’d given the gold’s hide with the last spot as she’d given the first spot. 


As Andreya finished spreading the oil carefully and evenly, she stepped back and asked Foreth “How do you feel now, Foreth?” While waiting for an answer, Andreya was gathering up the materials and putting them back where she’d retrieved them, taking a moment to get a clean cloth and wipe a bit of the glisten from her forehead and then some of the extra oil off her arms.


Once Foreth had replied, Andreya would hurry off to retrieve Kassia’s lunch. 


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((Better, thank you,)) Fourth said and let her eyes close for an actual nap. Andreya had done her job and was no longer needed by the Queen. Andreya was free to go back to doing whatever Kassia needed, but Foreth would remember that day and it wouldn’t likely be the last time the Candidate ended up on oiling duty.



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Being a Juice-monkey 101 ((JP: Kassia/Foreth & Andreya))

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It was the beginning of the sevenday after the MD hatching, and for her first chore after breakfast Andreya was heading to her first day working as ‘snack/juice runner’ for Weyrwoman Kassia, her cousin. Her hair was still tightly french-braided from having fixed it after her bath, with only the most minimal of her red curls beginning to escape the braid even now, and it swung side to side as she walked quickly, her boots lightly tapping against the stone floor. She was still in her candidate uniform, a skirt that fell right at her knees (she’d made sure to get appropriate length skirts, nothing too short), her sleeveless shirt which (due to her natural curves) couldn’t help but show off her bust, and a thick belt across her hips keeping the shirt tightly in place against her flat stomach. That was just the nature of the way any clothing fit her unless they were the loosest ‘tuber sack’ type of clothing...and even in that she’d still be quite obviously female under that ‘tuber sack’. She had even added a dash of her own accessories with a colorful yellow and blue scarf tied around her neck, and a smaller matching yellow and blue tie wrapped over the more plain leather trong that held the braid in place, both colorful accessories which she’d normally remove during the more physical candidate lessons to keep them from getting stained. 


With her, slung over her shoulder, was a satchel bag of some of her hidework from lessons and some extra lesson material she’d gotten to try and catch up. She’d brought some of her candidate work just in case she had some downtime while Kassia didn’t need her to run and get anything for her. Also inside her bag, wrapped up very carefully in multiple layers so that nothing would leak over her hidework and other materials, were some small jars of oil carefully corked and some small snacks for her flits. Said flits were curled up nice and sleepingly after their own breakfast in the pair of slings she was also wearing across her front. 


Walking out into the Bowl Andreya hurried over to the Hatching Cavern, Dipping her head respectfully to the guards she said politely “Good morning, sirs. I’m here to see Weyrwoman Kassia. I’m her new errand-runner.”


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The guard eyed her silently for a long moment before giving her a nod. The guards, of course, had been given notice of her starting that day and after a moment he gestured for her to step inside. “You may go in.”


Inside, Kassia was at her desk outside the temporary Weyr next to the Ranker’s Stands. She smiled as Brogan alerted her to Andreya’s arrival and gestured for the girl to come. Ever since their dinner, she’d been eager to get the girl started in her new duties and to start working with her. She looked forward to the chance to get to know her cousin better.


“Good morning,” she said. “I hope the day finds you well.”


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As the guards stared at her, Andreya stood firm and didn’t wilt under their gaze as she met their eyes confidently. She ws *supposed* to be here, after all, so she had no reason to feel like she’d done something wrong or was trying to get somewhere off-limits to her. When they, finally, waved her inside Andreya again dipped her head replying with “Thank you, sirs.” 


Striding gracefully past them, her skirt swirling around her legs with her movements, Andreya headed to where Kassia had set up her office. As she began to walk up toward the desk (but not too close yet), Andreya saw the wher take notice of her and paused to be sure she should approach the rest of the way. Kassia’s gesture for her to come closer prompted Andreya to move again and the tall candidate stopped once she stood in front of the desk with a graceful and sincere curtsy. 


At the Weyrwoman’s words, Andreya nodded her head saying “Yes Ma’am, my morning has been pleasant so far. And a good morning to you, Weyrwoman Kassia, as well as Golden Foreth and Brogan. I’ve been looking forward to starting as your errand.” As she said the wher’s name, she turned her attention to the bronze and dipped her head at him. 


Yes, she was being formal with her cousin, but standing in what was the Weyrwoman’s temporary office, as opposed to sitting around a dinner table with family, the candidate felt that *this* situation called for formal titles...at least if/until Kassia herself let her know if she could be less formal here. 

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Kassia didn’t correct her. They were both on duty here and unless she said otherwise, she expected to be addressed formally. She at least didn’t make her call Foreth ‘Queen’. The gold didn’t always need the title, much as her lifemate might like it.


“Glad to hear you are doing well,” she said. “I’m afraid sometimes you may be bored here, so you may want to bring your homework. There are plenty of times when you’ll be needed to bring me snacks, meals, and run messages, however. Whenever I need you to run messages, I expect them to be run promptly and accurately and confidentially. Do you understand?”


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Standing there in front of Kassia’s desk, with her hands clasped behind her after she straightened from her curtsy, Andreya smiled at the Weyrwoman’s initial words but other than that she stayed formal with her cousin. At the suggestion of bringing homework, Andreya nodded and put a hand silently on her shoulderbag, glad she’d already thought of that. The further instructions and the question, especially about the messages being confidential, earned the Weyrwoman a nod as well as a clear and confident “Yes Ma’am, I understand. Prompt, accurate, and confidential.” 


She did have a moment of concern, with the ‘run promptly and accurately’ comment, that the fact that she was new to the Weyr side of things (even though she’d been at the Harper Haven since she was 12) would hinder her. Yes, she knew where the important places in the Weyr were, but if she needed to find (for example) a specific Wingleader’s weyr to deliver a message she’d not know where that person’s weyr was. But then she realized that even a weyrborn couldn’t be expected to know where *every* individual lived specifically, so she’d assume she’d get instructions on *where* the message needed to be delivered to when the time came. 


Ellysetta, disturbed by Andreya’s movement when she’d placed a hand on her shoulder bag, was pulled from her doze enough to lift her head over the edge of the sling and peer around half-interested/half-sleepily. Seeing the other person, the green tilted her head to the side curiously and gave a pretty trill of greeting to Kassia. Andreya, not shifting her stance, sent a wave of mental reassurance to the flit that was so pale green it was almost white, and earned a soft croon as the flit tucked her head back into the sling and made herself comfortable against Andreya again. 


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Kassia glanced down, just noticing the flit. She smiled at the cute young thing, then back at Andreya. “You’ll want to keep them close, as well. Foreth won’t hesitate to eat them. I don’t want to be in the middle of the argument between you two, and it will be an argument between you two as I’ll have nothing to do with it since I warned you.”


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Andreya’s cheeks were just a little more pink from embarrassment when Kassia acknowledged her flit’s greeting, having not been sure if she should even bring her flits or instead leave them in her room. Seeing the Weyrwoman smile, the tall candidate began to relax slightly...until Kassia’s warning of course. At the idea of the gold dragon *eating* her flits, Andreya couldn’t help raise a hand to touch the green’s sling as she inhaled sharply. 


Still, Andreya nodded understandingly to Kassia as she replied with “Thank you for the warning, Ma’am. I understand. I’ll see how today goes, but if I need to then on future days I’ll leave them back in the Barracks instead.” 


She had wondered if, when Kassia sent her off on a run, she might be able to leave her flits here (wherever it was she’d be seated while waiting for Kassia’s instructions), but after her cousin’s warning Andreya didn’t think she’d leave them anywhere in the Hatching Cavern without her while Foreth was here.


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Kassia nodded, seriously but smiling to show there was no ill well. Kassia didn’t care one way or another about the flits but she knew her lifemate all too well. She could keep Brogan from eating the tiny firelizards but not the big dragon.


“Now, I have my first task for you, I haven’t had breakfast yet. Go to the Dining Hall. Let them know who you are and that you’re getting food for me and bring it back. They know you’re coming. It should be warm still if you come right back even though it’s a good walk to and from.”


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When Kassia smiled at her, Andreya returned the smile gladly, but then at Kassia’s next words about ‘first task’ the candidate refocused her attention as she listened. Only once Kassia was finished speaking, giving all the instructions, did Andreya nod quickly and say “Of course Ma’am. I’ll be right back with it.” 


As soon as she said that, she swung her shoulder bag containing her homework off her shoulder, being careful with her flit’s slings, and quickly put it down on the floor against the wall and well out of the way. That took not even a few heartbeats before Andreya was striding out of the office, her long legs setting a quick pace.


Once she was out of the office and past the guards, wanting to be as prompt as possible with this first task, Andreya lifted her arms to support her flits slings and keep them from swinging around and began a quick run to the Dining Hall knowing that she’d not be able to run as fast once she picked up Kassia’s breakfast so as to keep the food from shifting around. 


She set a quick pace to the Dining Hall, stopping right by the Kitchen entrance to catch someone’s attention. The first kitchen-worker she saw, Andreya caught their attention and said “I’m Candidate Andreya, Weyrwoman Kassia’s new errand runner. I’m here for her breakfast.” 


That worker, ducked inside the kitchen and a few moments later (having needed to confirm), someone else reappeared with a lidded basket that had a carrying strap and handed it off to her. Andreya took the basket, threw the strap over her shoulder, and once it was settled in place she hurried out of the Dining Hall. With one hand draped down holding the basket in place at her hip, Andreya’s other arm was up supporting both slings as she began an easy jog back to Kassia’s office, trying to keep her strides as even and smooth as possible to not jostle the food and drink in the basket. One thing she’d never had trouble with was running, as she’d done that *before* as a Harper to keep herself in shape, as well as exercises that helped increase lung capacity (for singing). 


The jog, with her being as careful as possible, was not as quick as her run *to* the Dining Hall but it was still set at a fast pace and soon enough Andreya had returned to the Hatching Cavern and was hurrying back into the office past the guards that she nodded to as she went. She came into the office trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, not wanting to interrupt Kassia if she was in the middle of reading something, but she was sure she’d still be noticed regardless of how quiet she tried to be as she entered. 


She approached Kassia’s desk with a smile, her cheeks flushed slightly from her run and then jog, and carefully slipped the strap off her shoulder as she held the basket not wanting to interrupt Kassia.


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Kassia looked up from her paperwork as Andreya approached again. Brogan rumbled excitedly at the arrival of breakfast as well, but stayed in his usual spot by the desk as Kass cleared area for the girl to set down her burden. 


“Good timing,” Kass said. “Go ahead and set it down and dole everything out. Feel free to have some yourself. Tell me how your classes are going.”


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With Kassia looking up from her paperwork and beginning to clear space, Andreya approached the desk now and put the basket in a chair next to her so she could begin taking things out and placing the contents of the basket on the cleared space. 


At Kassia’s praise of her timing, Andreya smiled at the Weyrwoman and once Kassia was done speaking replied with “Thank you, Ma’am.” Andreya waited to continue speaking until she’d finished emptying the basket of it’s covered dishes and bowls, moving carefully yet gracefully as she placed everything that was in the basket onto the desk for Kassia. She even took out the (thankfully corked) narrow-spouted pitchers and placed them on the desk too. 


Once the basket was empty, Andreya closed the lid and took it off the chair, placing it on the ground to one side of the desk (for Andreya to put the empty dishes in once breakfast was over). Instead of sitting, however, Andreya began to uncover the various dishes and bowls for Kassia so that the Weyrwoman could arrange a plate for herself. 


At seeing that one of the larger bowls was just full of chunks of raw meat, Andreya’s hands hesitated just a moment before her brain caught up with *why* she was seeing a bowl of raw meat. A moment later she was picking up the bowl and, after a small glance at Kassia, she turned and walked confidently over to the bronze wher with a smile. Holding the meat bowl with one hand, Andreya raised her other to the slings, steadying the flits who’d grumbled sleepily during her jog but settled back into their ‘after food’ sleep. As she approached Brogan, she said to the wher “Good morning, Brogan. Here you go.” Having done a little research since the dinner on whers and how to behave around them, Andreya worked to keep her movements smooth and unthreatening, as well as to show she wasn’t wary or scared of Kassia’s wher. Placing the bowl down on the floor in front of Brogan, she kept her movements smooth and unhurried as she pulled her hand back and bent back up. Then she headed back over to the desk and the rest of the dishes and bowls.


As soon as Andreya did everything she could to arrange the plates and bowls on Kassia’s desk she turned to the desk she’d noticed off to the side, what looked like a shared space for Kassia’s assistants and errand runners. Walking over, she pulled the sling with her bronze flit off carefully and lay the deeply snoozing Colzar on the desk, cushioned by his sling, but Andreya kept the much smaller green flit slung around her while she sat down across from Kassia. While she’d come straight from her own breakfast to Kassia’s current office, she’d eaten light, but even if she hadn’t she’d have been rude to decline the Weyrwoman’s offer. So, with a smile of thanks to Kassia Andreya got a small plate and took a little bit of sliced fruit herself. 


As she did so, she finally replied to Kassia’s question saying “Several of the lessons I’ve already learned during my early Harper apprenticeship lessons...especially those related to living at the Weyr like the etiquette and ethics lessons. However, there are many other lessons that go a bit more in depth than I’d previously been taught, like the more expanded lessons about the differences in the dragon colors instead of just the basic differences. And still more lessons in topics I’ve never before been taught, like a lot of the first aid lessons (both human and dragon) and helping the healers during ‘Fall. That has been...a unique experience. I’m a quick learner though, so with the lecture based material I haven't had a problem, and I’ve even brought some extra lesson material to read. I’m still trying to catch up a bit, as a new candidate.”


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Kassia started on her own food as she listened. She nodded and smiled as Andreya outlined her lessons, reminiscing on her own days as a Candidate. At least as far as she’d paid attention. She hadn’t been a great Candidate herself, but she’d paid enough attention to get to Stand anyway. And of course things had changed and added in the time since. Partly of her own accord. She was glad to hear that Andreya seemed to be a much better student than she.


“I’m glad you’re learning a lot,” she said. “I hope you’re learning a lot. Has it changed your impressions on any of the dragon colors? And interest yet on a particular color? I know we don’t encourage anyone to have strong preferences, but it’s a lie to think that no one has at least some preference over another. Just that everyone should be open to any color that they could possibly Impress.”


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Sitting there, poised with her ankles crossed elegantly under her chair, as she took a bite of fruit after she finished talking about her candidate lessons, when Kassia began Andreya nodded at the ‘hope you're learning a lot’ comment. As Kassia asked if her thoughts on dragon colors had changed, Andreya tilted her head to the side as she seriously considered not just that, but the next question too. Giving herself a moment to consider her answer carefully, Andreya swallowed the bite of fruit and then took a couple swallows of juice. 


After that moment, she did answer first with “Well, hearing more in depth about the colors, I’ve been surprised, actually, by some of the information. For example, hearing that the brown’s steady personality is a huge help in them having better memories or that blues are so smart that they tend to act a bit sly with other dragons.” 


Andreya took a moment, pausing as she sipped her juice again considering the next question before continuing with “As to preference on gold, blue, or green? I do understand and would actually love for any of those colors to be my lifemate. That being said, the dragon you impress to is supposed to be the dragon that is your match, that fills that missing piece, and...I would be highly surprised at a blue dragon being my lifemate, just for the fact that they are a male dragon, even though a blue’s unshakeable, less emotional nature speaks to me more. Based on sheer numbers, a green seems much more likely to find me on the Sands but they are a bit more of my opposite with how much they are ruled by their emotions. Although I have heard that opposites can sometimes attract.”


After a pause, collecting her thoughts, Andreya finished with “If a golden Queen found me on the Sands though? Most girls *dream* of a gold lifemate and I understand that the dream is quite a bit more than most girls realize follows in a gold dragonet’s footsteps. The politics, the bureaucracy, the duties and weyr management, putting others, putting an entire Weyr!, before yourself...and that’s all before contending with a gold’s strong will and forceful personality. So, it would be a huge honor to walk off the Sands with a gold lifemate, and a dream worth working very hard toward and striving every day to do *absolutely right* for those who look to those who ride gold to lead.”


With a rueful smile at the Weyrwoman, knowing that she’d just talked about each of the colors she *could* impress to with the same amount of acceptance, not *really* having a particular preference. She knows realistically that setting her sights on one color over the others could set her up for disappointment, and no way did she intend to let her lifemate feel from her even a single *moment* of disappointment in the color of their hide. At the end she added “I apologize, Ma’am, as I suppose I didn’t really narrow things down for you there.” and hoped that while the Weyrwoman needed to support not having a preference...that Kassia as her cousin wasn’t disappointed by her lack of preference.


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“No, that’s the way it’s supposed to be,” Kassia said. “I’m a testament to what happens when you think you won’t or can’t or do not want to Impress a particular color.” She flicked her eyes to Foreth who was pretending to be asleep, but the Queen snorted telling that she was listening to every word. The gold’s eyelid opened slightly.


((You are Mine,)) she said, even deigning to pass the words along to Kassia’s cousin, a rare thing as she rarely talked to other people, though that was changing with age. Perhaps it was the topic, or perhaps it was the relationship between Kass and the girl, or perhaps she saw something she liked in Andreya, or (more likely) she was just being fickle and felt like it in that moment. 


A small smile curled at Kassia’s mouth as she turned back to her cousin. “I don’t know if you’re being truthful, or if you’re hiding a preference as some do, but I hope you truly do have a open heart to any color because the last thing you and your lifemate need is to step off the Sands with shock that things should have been different. Or *not* step off, because your lifemate went ~between~ because the shock was too much.”


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Andreya, who’d just been about to reach for her juice again to take a sip, at Kassia’s words put her hands back in her lap as she listened to her cousin. She nodded, very slightly, at the comment about this being the way it was supposed to be, and then at the Weyrwoman’s mention of being a testament to Impression issues, Andreya nodded again having heard the story during a couple of different lessons already. 


The CMs had, of course, briefly touched on the fact that even the Weyrwoman had struggled hard with her impression to Foreth to the point of the gold nearly going *between*, which had been caused by Kassia’s firm belief the gold had chosen wrong and spurred on by the fact that Kassia was attracted to both men *and* women, which had always previously been a trait not found in those chosen by golds. That had, in the lesson, led to the CMs pointing out that while each color had the sexualities they tended to gravitate toward, that nothing was certain about those and so you need to be open to whichever dragon calls you their lifemate. 


She was pulled from her thoughts about what she’d heard in lessons by a voice that sounded remarkably like Kassia’s in her head...but at the same time was very much not because it seemed to resonate through her mind with an overwhelming sense of power and authority. At those 3 words echoing through her head, Andreya’s eyes widened in surprise (having heard Foreth didn’t normally talk to other people but Kassia) and she turned to look at the Gold laying in the Sands that had looked, for all intents and purposes, like she was asleep. Now, however, when Andreya looked at Foreth her eyelid was cracked open slightly. Seeing the cracked eyelid, Andreya respectfully dipped her head in thanks to the gold, for Foreth speaking to her, before turning back to Kassia at the rider’s words.


Kassia’s comment, however, about whether she was being truthful or hiding didn’t actually surprise Andreya. She was sure that Kassia had, unfortunately, had experience with being told only what people *thought* the Weyrwoman wanted to hear regardless of if it was the truth or not. So, when Kassia finished Andreya nodded at her cousin’s very serious words of warning before saying “I do, really, have an open mind. Logically, I could see how any of those colors *could* claim me as their lifemate. Greens because I’m passionate about the people I care about and the things I love to do; blues because of how smart and...well, emotionally stable I am (compared to greens being ‘emotion incarnate’); and golds because...because I know I’m stubborn and determined when I set my mind to something, and because I *want* to do more with my life, to put myself to the service of something greater than just *me*.” It was rare, as someone who’d spent 5 turns in Harper training, to feel as if her words didn’t quite fully express what she was trying to say, but she was stumbling to really say what she meant...so she wouldn’t try and stumble more, just hoping that Kassia understood her there.


After a moment she continued with “Logically, I know all of that and have considered how I’d feel walking off the Sands with each color...and I would love and accept them...not just because it’s a baby dragon who’s desperate to love me and need my love in return, but because if I did impress to them then that hatchling *would* be a part of me, it would...as far as what we’ve been told anyway, be as if I wasn’t accepting and loving a part of *myself*. I know, however, that logic isn’t always the first thought on those Sands and with that in mind I think that even while I’d love him...I do believe I’d have a moment where I’d be....quite surprised to discover that a blue was my lifemate, to hear that male voice in my head calling me ‘Theirs’.”


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“I’ve talked to enough people who have had enough ‘normal’ Impressions to know that even when they were expecting one color, that wasn’t even a factor once they heard that voice in their head and felt that love in them,” Kassia said. “Felt that other half. Even I felt it to an extent. I just didn’t feel like I deserved it. Because I liked women. But for other reasons that most people don’t get to hear, though sometimes word gets around. I’ll tell you a story.


“I had a very bad childhood and then ended up Standing at Fort where I became the personal target of Weyrwoman Masena. You’re young enough you may not even know the name. But I’ll just say it was a bad thing. T’rif, your father, rescued me. He was more a father to me than my own father. Then I ended up in a weird relationship with two people which I helped implode for much the same reasons I had trouble with Foreth. T’rif was always there for me through all of it. But all of this, too, went into what happened with Foreth. 


“So when I talk about liking women as a reason, it was a big reason, yes. We want to keep that from being a reason and also make sure that people know we’ll support them no matter who they like and what they ride. But in a way it’s a lie. It leaves out the bigger reason. But we tackle that way by screening for major trauma and Candidates that are suffering. It’s why T’rif is Candidate Counselor. We want to catch those Candidates that will reject their dragon because they reject who they are.”


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Sitting there with her hands in her lap, her plate of fruit and juice forgotten with the seriousness of the talk, Andreya nodded understandingly to the idea of loving your lifemate at hearing their voice, regardless of color, when you feel that other half of yourself. That’s what had been described in lessons, by any rider who’d talked about it, so that’s what Andreya expected. As Kassia’s words turned to her own experience being impressed, the not feeling deserving of Foreth, Andreya stilled as she focused on Kassia. At hint of ‘other reasons’ and then the following words, a warning about being told a story, that gave the Harper candidate enough warning to...prepare to keep her face from reacting. She didn’t need to possibly offend the Weyrwoman by any emotion like pity, depending on what the story held.


So, as Kassia began her story, Andreya’s smokey blue-grey eyes met Kassia’s unflinchingly as the tall candidate listened...eagerly was not the right word, but with focus as her face stayed unreactive and calm. Standing at Fort...something like 22 turns ago (based on general knowledge of the Weyrwoman)...Andreya knew Fort had been worse that long ago than it had been in more recent turns, but then becoming a target by *Fort’s Weyrwoman* would have made it so much worse. Andreya, due to her Harper apprentice classes, had indeed heard of Weyrwoman Masena, and ‘bad thing’ was an understatement.


As much as she was working to stay unreactive, hearing of Kassia’s rescue by her father, and that he had been a good ‘father figure’ toward Kassia, had caused a small brief smile on her lips at the thought of T’rif’s rescue and kindness helping Kassia through her issues. Then the conversation returned to how they’ve worked to prepare candidates, to help them to deal with any trauma and suffering to help ease Impression. 


As Kassia finished speaking, Andreya was silent a moment considering her words before she began with a dip of her head in thanks and saying formally and yet sincerely “Thank you Ma’am for telling me that part of your story. I do very much appreciate it, and it does help to know a bit more what can cause Impression issues like what you’d experienced, but I also understand wanting as much privacy of your past as someone in your position and standing can have.”


After saying that, finishing with a small smile at Kassia before she took a sip of her juice, Andreya continued with “It does make a lot of sense, to approach candidates like that and help them work through any issues they have before Impression, to help them come to terms with themselves as much as possible, not just small but the big things too. Because...the idea doing this and helping the candidates is that how could candidates accept and love a dragon who loves you for who you are if the candidate is unable to accept and love every part of themselves, or come to terms a bit with things that they’ve been through.” 


After a pause, Andreya finished with “I’ve lived here, in the Weyr, since I was 12 and before then at Arolos Hold. So...so I know I’ve been quite lucky with my own life experiences as of so far.” Here her lips turned up in a bit of a smile as she said “Just had to live through some natural disasters and earthshakes. So I know others have had it so much worse...and for them to now be here, somewhere like Arolos, where there are people, counselors like ACM T’rifoshe or mindhealers, that you can talk to and help you through things...well, every Weyr should have mindhealers and candidate counselors really…”


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Kassia nodded. “I wish they did,” she said. “We’re the first to do it. I don’t know if it’s started to catch on or not. I wish we had more, but it’s all we can manage now. It takes a special skill set. He does a good job, though.” She started in on her breakfast, realizing that she hadn’t eaten yet. “Anyway, I have to get back to work. Feel free to finish your breakfast and then do some homework. I’ll likely need you to run some errands in a bit.


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Andreya nodded in agreement with Kassia, and then as the Weyrwoman began to finish eating the candidate replied with “Of course, Ma’am.” And with that, Andreya finished her small plate of sliced fruits, took a still warm ‘breakfast style’ meatroll and finished that and her juice as well, and then placed her empty and dirty plates back in the basket. She waited for Kassia to be done with her own food, Brogan as well, before she finished putting all the now empty plates and bowls back in the basket, thinking she’d run them back to the Kitchen when Kassia sent her for her next errand. The drink pitchers stayed outside of the basket, as well as a covered plate of food with any of the leftover food, so they could be picked at by the Weyrwoman if she got hungry before lunch.


After clearing away all the empty dishes and bowls back into the basket, Andreya picked up her bag that she’d previously dropped and headed over to the ‘assistant’s/errand runner’s’ desk. Checking on Colzar, who was still deep into his breakfast food coma, Andreya settled into the chair, pulled out some of her homework hides and reading material, and began to study. As she read and then made notes from the material, her right non-writing hand alternated between reaching out for Colzar, or softly stroking the green flit still in her sling. While she studied, she did keep an ear tuned toward the Weyrwoman, should Kassia need her…


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Re: Come See My Pond atten: Nykantiath/Foreth #heatwave

Jerzy Tobin
 

Foreth loved the heat. It was the one good thing about being confined to the Caverns. And now it was really hot outside and she was *happy* for once. She left off bitching at Kassia and limped outside to watch her pond being built.

((Everyone should come see my pond being built,)) she called to all the dragons. ((Come see me and my pond.))
Nykantiath's head perked up when she heard Foreth's words. A new pond
to see? Being built? That sounded interesting, more so than simply
lying about on her ledge. The small gold launched herself into the
air and glided down to where Foreth was. Nykantiath bobbed her head
in greeting to the senior queen, and looked about with interest.

((A new pond?)) She asked.


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"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

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Re: Gather: Callamere Whers Stall Atten: Revai/Lennaye/T'ryn

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Very good, then what are you looking for? We have a couple runners she can try, but most of them aren't for beginner riders."
Lennaye felt her lips quiver at those words, but she kept quiet. She
really, really wanted one of those white runners, but she was
definitely a beginner, and she wasn't about to try and claim
otherwise, even if her father wasn't standing right beside her to keep
her honest.

"Ah. Well, she *is* a beginner, I'll be honest. Do you have any
runner at all that would suit a novice? And if not, is there anyone
here you would suggest I talk to about acquiring a suitable beast for
a beginner?"

Wanting a Callamere and being suited for one were two different
things, and T'ryn knew it would be much better to start her out with
something she could actually ride before getting Lennaye her dream
runner, when it came down to it.



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"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

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Re: Come See My Pond atten: Hemiseth/Foreth #heatwave

Ren
 

Ahh, heat. It made the world go round and his blood run hale. Hemiseth was in another sand wallow when he heard the gold call and decided why not. Humming to himself, he rose and shook the sand off of him before hopping into the air to fly to the hatching caverns.

{{Morning, Foreth!}} The blue called cheerfully. {{Isn't this heat just the best? You said they're building you a pond, eh? Whatever will you do with it? Swim? Fish? Something else?}}
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Ren's Riders: Arialae, C'fan (Fort), D'cul (AWLM), F'liau, L'nel, L'nix, L'yall, N'met (DH), Ran'omi, R'vbor, S'dren, Talena (ACM), T'eko, T'mah, Vofali (Searchrider), W'rian, Zyreai (Healer), F'lo (FF Weyrling), V'riu (FF Weyrling), S'lion (MD Weyrling)

Ren's Crafters: Diagir (Whercraft), Reitz (Whercraft), Torinael (Healer), Ozfini (Healer)

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Re: Gather: Callamere Whers Stall Atten: Revai/Lennaye/T'ryn

sailyn2
 

"Very good, then what are you looking for? We have a couple runners she can try, but most of them aren't for beginner riders."


Re: Come See My Pond atten: Any/Foreth #heatwave

Mya L. R.
 


On Wed, Jul 1, 2020 at 11:04 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Foreth loved the heat. It was the one good thing about being confined to the Caverns. And now it was really hot outside and she was *happy* for once. She left off bitching at Kassia and limped outside to watch her pond being built.

((Everyone should come see my pond being built,)) she called to all the dragons. ((Come see me and my pond.))


M'lex had been inside the Dining Hall for about five minutes, slowly sipping the water he'd gotten, and Zereath knew that he'd been sitting still waiting for him for too long.  Five minutes was normally too long right?  At the gold's call, the bronze practically shot into the air, straight in the direction of the Caverns.  {{I'll come see it being built.  I could never resist such an invitation from one as lovely as you.}}


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Come See My Pond atten: Any/Foreth #heatwave

sailyn2
 

Foreth loved the heat. It was the one good thing about being confined to the Caverns. And now it was really hot outside and she was *happy* for once. She left off bitching at Kassia and limped outside to watch her pond being built.

((Everyone should come see my pond being built,)) she called to all the dragons. ((Come see me and my pond.))


Re: Faranth Save the Queen (T'eko, Kassia)

sailyn2
 

"I'm fine and she'll be fine," Kassia said tensely, not wanting to think about her cousin at all. "I hope your Gather was less eventful."

~Good. No one hurt Kass.~ Brogan grunted and stayed alert.


Re: So You're My New Assistant Att: Sarati/Andronda

sailyn2
 

"I'm happy to do that," Sarati said. "I'll get started on that. Are you liking Arolos so far?"


Re: Gather: Callamere Whers Stall Atten: Marsali, Revai

sailyn2
 

"We've been in business for a few decades," Revai said. "We breed for stamina and strength, but beauty as well. Some of our runners are better for the race circuit. Some are better for working elsewhere. They can be used for work and for pleasure riding, but they're generally too spirited for beginner riders."


Re: Doomsday and Armageddon just had a baby and it is UGLY (Talena, Insera)

sailyn2
 

Sorrel alerted Insera to the arrival of the unfamiliar two-legs and she got up to open her office door. "Can I help you, rider?"


I know every mile would be worth my while. SA (Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

IC Date Reference: Set shortly after the Gather. Approximate IC date 8.28.10.6.


There had been a lot to think over.


Assasination attempts on Weyrwomen would do that for you.


As the sun began to sink low towards the top of the Rim, the very first of the stars beginning to twinkle as the sky turned from blue to a swirling mixed of pinks, oranges and greys, Tyne had let her eyes wander over the colours whilst she let her thoughts drift. It had been a busy day of cleaning and repairs in the slowly developing project that was the firelizard clinic. The ache that clung to her limbs was one of the satisfied sense of a good day’s work. Nevertheless, she had climbed to one of her favourite spots and had let the world continue to drift past her.


Whooping and trilling, the firelizards had gone on the prowl, diving after the insects that had begun to emerge as the day’s temperature began to lower. All except Bobbin. As Tyne settled herself down on a smooth rock, legs folded up into a cross-legged pose, the gold had immediately climbed into her Mistress’ lap with a quiet and contented hum. Almost absently Tyne’s fingers had begun to run over the smooth, well oiled hide. With some special ointment, even some of the old scars had begun to fade.


If only that worked in real life.


Well, maybe it did. In an analogical sort of way.


With her eyes drifting over the sky, her hand moving in slow and steady rhythm and the cheerful glee of the fair lifting her, Tyne found herself coming back to the same questions that had been a low and heavy presence in her mind more and more of late.


Who was she?


What was she? 


Why was she here?


After the shock of the attempt on Kassia’s life had faded, Tyne had realised that what replaced it was a deep sense of relief. Relief that that life was no longer hers. A life of being in the public eye, a life of being sought after for one favour or another. A life of every little move being watched, measured and judged. In many ways, it was a relief to have the anonymity that Myrandith’s death had afforded her. But the thought felt treacherous. Like a nasty whisper of betrayal. Like she was somehow admitting that the loss of her dragon was somehow a good thing. And that prompted a surge of emotion that made her suck in breath like she was drowning, feeling the familiar grip about her heart that sent pain blossoming through her chest and Bobbin crooned softly, sending a warm strand of loving concern and Tyne clung to it, clung to the colourful strands that webbed through her thoughts like colourful tethers. 


No, it wasn’t a good thing. But it had been a thing. And as much as part of her wanted to say that it was a good thing that she was beginning to move away from its overwhelming presence, moving away from the pre-defined identity that was Goldrider Tyne, she couldn’t shake the chewing thought that to do so was to… forget. As if she ever could. Or ever would. So why did it feel so… unforgivable? Why was the idea of continuing to live, to thrive… trying to feel wrong?


There was a lot she had now that she was grateful for. Things she had now that she probably never would have had the opportunity for. Good things. Things she had found on her own and weren’t gilded by golden threads running through knots. It had reminded her that there was a world that wasn’t built on politics and niceties. Good things built on people coming together and treating each other just like… other people. She understood why so many felt awkward around her, understood that the hurt they caused wasn’t intentional. Unfortunately, all it did was raise questions about who she was.


She had been the girl with the gold dragon.


Now she wasn’t. 


Now, she was… well, she was the girl who had had a gold dragon. The girl who could speak to the firelizards. The girl who... just wanted to know where she fit in. Even the fumblings of those who didn’t know how to address her only solidified her displacement. It was so peculiar how not having a rank, a title could be so disconcerting. Even after the firelizard clinic was established - what then? She wasn’t a Dragonhealer or a Beastcrafter. She couldn’t even claim an Apprentice’s knots. It was funny how much you came to realise how much it mattered when you didn’t have a rank anymore. How did you trust someone when you couldn’t glance to their shoulder for that little visual affirmation, that little visual clue that you didn’t even realise you were looking for. Oh, she knew she wanted the firelizards to have a place that was theirs, knew that they needed their own roost. Perhaps that was why it was so important. Perhaps that was why it had struck such a poignant chord. They needed a place. So did she. Maybe that was what brought them together.


And then there was R’zzon and Panagath. Who had quietly and gently inserted themselves into her world like they had always been there. Had quietly added reinforcement to her fragile world that she hadn’t even noticed that she needed. And after her talk with the blue, her understanding of where the dragons’ voices came from had changed. Had realised that they didn’t try to lay claim to Myrandith’s shadow, didn’t try to fill the gap. But came from a different place altogether. His reasoning that Myrandith was… merely waiting. Just out of sight. The idea had brought a strange calm as if somehow, the idea of waiting for one another until the time was right had slotted into an empty space in a jigsaw she hadn’t noticed she was completing.


There were things to live for.


Things she wanted to live for.


And she was allowed to keep on living. 



= End =



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When I hear hoofbeats, I don't think zebra. (JP - Tolfast/Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

IC Date Reference: 8.28.5.30


OoC: Coming down to the Beastcraft section of the Weyr so close to a Gather was probably asking for trouble, but she was feeling high spirited today and that meant she felt brave. The fair were cascading through the air high over the Lake, Bobbin at the helm as she led them a merry game of chase and fish hunting. Tyne encouraged them to spend time away, for lack of better wording, to let their hair down. It also meant that she wouldn’t cause chaos with an entourage as she made her way towards the stables. For a short while, she had stopped against a fence and watched some of the Apprentices leading out some of the stabled runners and begin grooming them in the yard, tails flicking away the flies that tried to bother them.


The reality was, as painful as it might be - Tyne didn’t have her own form of easy transportation anymore. She knew that R’zzon was always willing to accommodate where he could but given that the firelizard clinic was likely going to see her moving back and forth between the Weyr and Callamere on a regular basis, then the reality was, she either had to keep paying a pretty mark to the wagons or look into getting her own form of transportation. And practically speaking, runners might be the way to go. But of course, it would be a way off before she looked into investing into her own. Before she got as far as that, she needed to see if she would be able to ride them.


Stepping up to the yard, Tyne politely tapped the shoulder of a man with his back to her. She couldn’t see his knots properly but she assumed he was likely one of the Journeymen. “Excuse me, sir? I was wondering if you knew who I might be able to talk to about taking runner riding lessons.”


Engrossed in his work, Tolfast failed to notice the woman's approach until he felt the tap. At that, he gave the gentlest of flinches, not truly accustomed to being touched as a way to get his attention, polite though it was. "Faranth, you gave me a start, girl!" His laughter was booming, albeit tinged with embarrassment at his own reaction more than anything else. "Keera, take her through the course one more time and you can put her out to graze after," he instructed the woman standing beside a tall, leggy bay runner. She nodded curtly and walked the animal a few paces away before mounting again while Tolfast turned to give Tyne his full attention. 


"Apologies if I heard wrong, but you're looking to ride?" He asked, face abruptly serious. "We have quite a few journeyman who can assist. Can I ask for what purpose, pleasure or craft? --Ah, and your name? You may call me Tolfast." The Masters' knots on his shoulder would have identified him even if the name meant nothing to her. 


The laugh seemed to bounce off the walls and the hugeness of it brought a smile to Tyne’s own face, softening the deep sorrow that seemed permanently behind her eyes. She had watched the girl walk the animal, eyes watching the way the runner moved before turning her attention back as Tolfast questioned her. “Ah… well, a little of both? A means to secure my own transportation as I will be travelling regularly between here and Callamere Hold, plus I find myself with a lot of time on my hands so likely will be looking to learn for enjoyment as well…” That he asked for her name didn’t surprise her and she had nodded in quiet acknowledgement of his own, locking it into her thoughts.


“Oh, of course, forgive me. I seem to forget my manners half the time. Go --” It had started to come out as naturally as a sneeze but she stopped, something flickering over her features as though internally, she gave herself a mental shake. It took just a moment too long before the smile was back in place, albeit a little contrived this time. “Forgive me. My name is Tyne. Just Tyne.” Her manners were too smooth to belong to someone of truly no rank, too well structured and prepared. There had of course been the slightest hesitation before her name as though her brain was trying to fill a space that her mouth wasn’t sure how to say. “It’s my pleasure to meet you Master Tolfast. I do hope I’m not stealing you away from something terribly important.”


"No, no, not at all," he assured her without a moment of hesitation. "She doesn't need my help anymore, I fear she may walk the tables on me and leave to greater things here soon." There was a paternal fondness in the way he spoke of the journeyman rider as he glanced over his shoulder toward the arena. Smiling still when he turned back to Tyne, he had not been able to miss the sadness in her expression nor the hiccup in her introduction. There was something mournful about the way she held her face, and he wondered at the story he suspected lay behind that curtain. 


"The pleasure's all mine, Tyne." Big, coarse hands reached forward in an attempt to clasp her own. Did he know that name somewhere? It sounded strangely familiar, though he failed to put his finger on it. "You've come to the right place. We have quite a few placid, well-trained runners that make for excellent first-timers. Do you have any prior experience riding?" He asked innocently.


Now that was something of a loaded question. Because in a manner of speaking, yes she had had a form of riding experience. But now probably not the time to fall down that particularly cotton-tail hole. As her hand was enveloped with his own, it had been shaken firmly. After a moment’s hesitation, she had shaken her head.


“Not riding. I’ve been around runners before to a degree but that was… more in passing?” That wasn’t… precisely a lie. She had never really ridden a runner but she had, usually at Myrandith’s request, been expected to pick out the gold’s next meal and the beast had had ridiculously high standards!


Tolfast didn't miss the pause, but had no understanding of just how deeply his question had cut to the quick. He nodded in acknowledgment. "That's more of a start than some of the students I've seen," he replied with casual ease and an encouraging smile. This was not a man looking to shame anyone for their experience or lack there of. 


After a friendly shake of her hand, he released her, but gestured toward the stables carved into the Weyr cliffside on the far side of the pens. "Care to take a walk with me, Tyne? I can introduce you to a few of the runners, and then if you have time, I will introduce you to one of my journeymen." They were good folk, he knew, and riding lessons were well within the scope of their training. 


For several moments there was the very awkward and very obvious fact that she was not making any move to follow, nor that she seemed immediately inclined to do so. In fact a look of abject consternation came over her face as though, for that moment, Tyne was experience an extreme conflict. Which, in a sense, was precisely what was happening.


Finally, it came out. As explosively as water in a pipe suddenly realising that the boot holding back the pressure had suddenly been released. “I’m… I’m dragonless!” It wasn’t how she wanted to do it. In an ideal world she wouldn’t do it at all. But her brain had very casually pointed out that it would be a hundred times worse if she kept it to herself and then it all came out and changed things.


No, this was probably one of those situations where “that” had to be known up front.


Tolfast's expression grew mildly concerned by her delay, confusion emphasizing the subtle wrinkles on his forehead. There was something he was missing here, though he couldn't be sure what. That hesitation seemed almost like fear to his eyes. He waited patiently while she warred with herself, observing the changes in her demeanor silently and without judgment. When her confession came out abruptly, the mastercrafter regarded her with a new appreciation. 


"I see," he managed politely. How did one respond without offending her, without speaking down to her? He had never bonded one of the great beasts, had only a close approximation in his love of his own animals, but could understand she had experienced a *great* loss. A soft smile touched his lips, looking rather sad on his handsome face. "Thank you for sharing. I can't even imagine how that feels and I won't pretend to." He couldn't be certain why she was telling him, but that she had done so tugged on his heartstrings. A heavy, thoughtful moment passed while he weighed her words; he no longer felt he could entrust her into other hands. 


"I would like to take you to meet one of my runners. She's sharp as a whip-crack and I would trust her with my life," he explained, his smile growing broad at the thought of this particular animal. "We can start slow, just an introduction. If you like her and she likes you, we can do some groundwork, but if at any time you don't want to continue, we will stop. Does that sound alright to you?"


For a moment, the turns seemed to slip away and Tyne looked so very young. “I… thought it would be better if you knew from the start. In case it’s  not okay for me to be here. But I would… I would understand…” It became very clear that “not welcome” was something that Tyne understood the bitter taste of very well. It was why she tried so very hard to know who she was now. Because she was so very tired of people looking at her and only remembering who she had been. 


He was being so nice. Normally, people were just… incredibly awkward. Because of that one aspect of herself that put them immediately on edge and suddenly made them not sure whether she could stand up in a stiff breeze without shattering like spun sugar. But she could. At least, she could now. She really was so much stronger. Honest. Her eyes had flickered to the floor, completing the visage of naughty child. In the blink of an eye she had gone from calm and collected to very small. “I would very much like to meet her.” She said finally, “Take it from there.”


It didn’t seem at least, that he was saying “no”.


Tolfast’s heart broke to hear the worry in her voice, to watch her shrink before him. At once his face became very serious, but not the least bit callous or irritated. “Tyne, listen to me when I say you will *always* be welcome at the stables.” He couldn’t speak for the whole Weyr, though he doubted anyone else would contest him. “The only thing I want to be sure of is if you are ready for this. Nothing you could say will upset me or make me give up on you; I’m quite hard to get rid of.” His laughter returned like quiet, distant thunder as another of those smiles split his jaws. She seemed very much like she needed a hug, but he wasn’t about to invade her space in that fashion after the secret she revealed. Instead, he settled for laying a big hand on her shoulder. 


“Now, let’s go meet Rain.”


The “niceness” had a rumbling quality to it that didn’t feel forced. In fact it felt very genuine. Yes, he seemed sad for her, but it had seemed… more that he was genuinely sorry, and not awkwardly sympathetic because of the hugeness of what it had all been. And that was always a bitter nut to chew. That it seemed that so much of this was because of Myrandith’s colour. And she suspected that in time, he would quietly ask some questions and find out more about it. Maybe she would tell him herself. But for now, she would take nice. Nice with no strings attached. Nice with no quiet ambition behind it to get into her good graces and climb their own ladder. Just nice for… the sake of being nice. It wasn’t something she was used to, but ironically, had seen more of it without a dragon behind her than she had before. It was an unusual feeling but wasn’t altogether unwelcome.


As the hand landed, she felt its warm and heavy weight but to her credit, hadn’t flinched. She was better at not flinching. She had never been what she thought of as a “happy hugger”, her gestures small but significant. But she appreciated the gesture. It too, was kind.


“Then I think you should lead the way. And tell me a bit about her as we go.”


Nodding, Tolfast did as asked and guided them both across the courtyard. "Oh, that I can do," he chuckled a second time, always happy to speak at length about the animals he loved. "I've met all sorts of runners, but Rain is special. She's gentle and incredibly patient. Children have a tendency to spook runners, see, all fast movements and shrieking voices. Rain, though, she's been sweet as a lamb since she was foaled." There was obvious adoration in his words, but the grin on his clean-shaven face would have given it away first. 


As they entered the stable, a chorus of snorts and happy nickering greeted them, several runner heads poking over stall doors to see the newcomers. Not all of the stalls were full, a schedule shuffling them outside in shifts to graze or be worked by the apprentices. "Hello, darlings," he met them like old friends, pausing to scratch a tall black stallion beneath his chin. "It's not your turn yet. I'll be back for you later." The runner flattened his ears, almost disappointed, but closed his giant eyes for the attention. "Rain'll be out in the back pasture with some of the other mares," Tolfast explained, leading the way through the far doors. 


Opening onto a space outside the Weyr that had been deforested to make way for grazing pens, they walked down a gravel path that divided two large fenced areas. Runners flicked their tails with heads down in the distance, perusing through the greenery. Tolfast approached the pen and gestured for Tyne to stop beside him. Cupping his mouth on either side with his hands, he let loose a strange, hooting call. 


A white-faced mare lifted her head and whinnied excitedly. Tolfast smiled as she leaped into action, a blur of sorrel and white that came racing toward them from across the field.  "There she is."


Following him through the stables, she had noticed with interested amusement not only how the runners responded to him, but how he responded in return. It didn’t feel as if it were all for show. It very much felt that he was more than happy to stop and give them his time. “Not easy to spook is good… especially for someone new, I’d think?” The question was tentative as opposed to argumentative, like she wanted to be sure she was thinking “correctly”. 


Apart from selecting Myrandith’s meals of choice - and the gold was very picky most of the time, Tyne had never really spent time around runners. It was baffling and yet fascinating to see how the animals reacted to their presence. There was a bristling sense of keen interest in the air and she felt… almost scrutinised. Like they were regarding her keenly and wanted to know who she was and why they were there.


As they approached the fields, the strange call earned Tolfast a confused expression, but her attention was quickly taken by the movement out of the corner of her eye as the mare ricocheted across the field like someone had fired a cork out of wine skin. “She dropped everything,” she said with astonishment, watching as the other runners were rapidly left behind.


"Aye, she's a smart one - she knows I've got a pocket full of treats waiting for her." He spoke humbly, but by the way the animal had reacted suddenly and swiftly, it was hard to doubt there was a connection between them. The mare that came running stood out from the herd in more than just intellect, her pattern a white base on which a large chestnut swatches had been painted. The white on each of her legs rose high as if in mimicry of a lady's stockings, her mane and tale like banners of platinum streaming in the wind behind her. As she neared, unusual blue eyes were visible on her bald face, alert and sharp. 


Tolfast had already begun to stick one hand in his trouser pocket, the other held out for Rain. She slowed to a casual trot before stopping at the fence line, nostrils flaring as she pressed her nose against his palm. "I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying," he laughed adoringly as the mare's giant pink tongue lapped at his skin in search of her treats. Slipping one beneath her lips, which she promptly vanished, Tolfast handed a few of the sugar cubes to Tyne. 


"Rain, sweetie, this is Tyne. Tyne, this is Rain," he introduced them as if they were both equals, though one was runner and the other human. "Go ahead, move slow-like and offer her your hand to smell. Have you ever fed a runner before?" 


Tyne watched the creature move, the fluid canter as she easily picked up her feet. It seemed as though she were gliding. “Oh! She has blue eyes!” She sounded entirely surprised as though she hadn’t realised such a thing was possible. Her own eyes were huge by comparison as she watched the runner intently. Tail high, head tossed back. The entire feeling that radiated from the runner was one of intense glee, as though she were very pleased with herself and her current situation in life. As she approached, it was clear that Tyne was picking out all of the little details, eyes flickering over her and studying her intently. It was hard not to smile as she nosed insistently at his hand. 


“Hullo Rain…” Tyne’s voice was barely more than a whisper, her eyes glued to the bald face and had shook her head at Tolfast’s question. “... I don’t think I’ve even been this close before…” she had admitted as she curled her fingers around the sweetener cubes. You hadn’t needed to be quite so up close and personal when you were hand picking your dragon’s dinner. Slowly and extremely carefully, she moved her empty hand forward, having at least the foresight to hold it flat. Flat meant more surface space, runners seemed to like using their mouths to investigate so flat would hopefully mean no unintended nips.


Tolfast nodded approvingly as he watched the pair walk through their first interaction. "Good, good. Just like that. Keep your fingers together, now." He had no doubt as to whether Tyne was interested, and her willingness to follow direction earned points in her favor. The difference between an attentive student and the opposite usually resulted in a bite or a kick, lessons learned the hard way. 


Rain turned her head to stare at Tyne with one of her big eyes, blinking slowly, thoughtfully. The outstretched hand was met with a rush of air exhaled through flaring nostrils as she ran her pink muzzle across the woman's palm, ears swiveled toward her. Making a noise somewhere between a grunt and a cough, the runner searched for her treat with whiskered, velvety lips. She was careful not to use her teeth when retrieving the sweet, plucking it painlessly free before crunching happily. 


"There's a good girl," Tolfast beamed at both of them.


Tyne’s eyes, ironically as dark and soft as a runner’s own, was taking in every minute detail, sucking up the information like a dry sponge in water. The way muscles shifted under Rain’s coat, the movement of her ears, the snorting huff of breaths that made her sides move. As the mouth with lips as soft as velvet brushed over her palm, the giggle that escaped her was more akin to that of a child’s than that of a grown woman.


“Her nose is really soft!” It was a gurgle of giggled sound and for a second, she looked almost disappointed as the mare moved her head away. Had she ever stopped to think about how a runner’s nose would feel? She wasn’t sure that she had. But her eyes were glued to the runner, as if committing the entire image to memory. Perhaps in a way she was, just in case this didn’t work out the way she planned. This moment right here, it was a good memory. A positive interaction. No signs of fear, no cautious glanced out of the corner of eyes, no awkward conversations. Nothing but good. It could be safely tucked away and called back whenever she needed it.


At the praise from Tolfast, if Tyne had been a canine, her tail would have been wagging, the quiet praise received as gladly as a pat to the head. In many ways, it was poignantly sad to see her suck up praise as happily as a brat being told they had done well in a Harper lesson. She beamed at Tolfast, her face lighting up as though it were Turn’s End and she were standing in front of a pile of presents with her name on them. 


This didn't go over the Master's head, as Tyne was not the first broken person to arrive at his proverbial doorstep. There was something about the dragonless that reminded him of a wounded animal; scared, defensive, hopeless, and utterly vulnerable. He was compelled to help them, to help her, in any fashion that he could if it meant bringing smiles like the ones she wore. It was tragic knowing that something so simple brought her such joy, and yet it filled him with great satisfaction to see. He scratched at his salt and pepper beard as if absently trying to hide the grin on his face and failing terribly. 


"It is!" He agreed with her observation, enthusiastic to share this fact. "Their coats are quite soft if brushed regularly, too. We take special care to groom them daily and maintain a healthy lustre - but that nose is all her. Careful if'n she sticks it against your hair, it's a ploy, she might eat it." By his voice he could only be teasing, but you never knew with a playful runner. 


Rain, finished with her cube, returned to Tyne in search of more, stretching over the fence to nose her hands. A low, quiet whickering noise was the paint mare's attempt at pleading with her, those blue eyes deep and imploring. 


"She's a porcine," Tolfast said with a wink. Surely Rain could not understand him, but she whipped her flaxen tail as if indignant. "She'll eat the Weyr out of sweetener if we let her. ...One more can't hurt though." He was quite the sucker, offering Tyne another cube.


At his words, she had unconsciously fingered the tail of the braid that looped over her shoulder. If she was going to come here more often she would have to make sure that she had tucked her hair safely out of the way. “It doesn’t taste very nice,” Tyne had said in that same giggle of sound, this time her voice directed to the runner as she whuffled at Tyne’s hands. “And it would stick horribly to your tongue.”


Being told of the need to maintain their coats fit into the same analogy she would use to compare with the dragons. Their hide needed oiling. So runners needed brushing. It made sense. Her eyes flickered over the chestnut and white patches, seeing the sheen that the sun bounced off, down to the well oiled hooves. “Their noises are different.” It was more a statement of fact than a question as she listened to the mare. “Is it hard to learn what they mean?” Dragons had the added advantage of being able to share their emotions, but a keen ear could also quickly decipher their mood by listening to their sounds. But then, many animals used sounds for a range of things.


As the cube was passed over, Tyne did it again, carefully holding her hand flat, fingers tucked neatly together as she presented it to Rain. “Nicely. And then no more.” She instructed, without even realising it, giving the same command she used on the firelizards without even thinking, even going as far to use the same tone - soft but with a firmness under it.


Tolfast nodded at her statement, though he had no real experience with dragons to relate the experience to. “They are, but no - it isn’t difficult. Most folks never bother to look twice, but beasts are very expressive. You’ll discover real quick-like what each noise means, what those head tosses and tail shape mean. She does have quite the repertoire." His lips curled in a wry smile that said he didn't always appreciate Rain's opinion. 


The runner did not seem deterred by Tyne's warning regarding her hair, intensely focused on the potential for another treat. Her ears pressed forward, listening to the woman with the same intensity that she attended Tolfast. With the order, Rain's white muzzle dropped into Tyne's hand where she carefully removed the sweetener with her lips. To say she savored the treat would have been a lie, for she consumed it as quickly as she possibly could. A delighted little shiver rippled from mane to tail, and she threw her flaxen mane with a toss of her head. 


"I think she likes you, lass." Tolfast observed without hiding the hints of pride in his bass.


“What is she like with firelizards? She needs to be okay with them. I have twelve.” Her voice was thoughtful, as though her mind had wandered slightly for all that her eyes were fixed on the runner as though a part of her brain wasn’t entirely convinced that any of this were real and that if she were to look away, the runner, Tolfast, this entire moment in time - would vanish right in front of her.


The runner was sweet, and sharp. You could tell by the glint in her eye, the slight hint of smugness that glittered there. But Tyne had learned long ago that it served no purpose to get your hopes up too soon - it was too easy to have them all dashed to pieces, and for what? 


When she turned to look at Tolfast, the expression was one of intense solemnity and concentration, it pinched her cheeks in and there was a firm set to her jaw. “If she is okay with them. And if you’re okay with me. What do I need to do first? What do I need to know?” Her voice was still small, slightly clipped and tight as though she were waiting for bad news that she had already convinced herself was imminently around the corner and she was waiting for the verbal blow to land.


"Flits? Ah, she don't mind them too much. We've done more training to keep her calm around dragons what with being in the Weyr, but she hasn't shown any fear or aggression toward the little ones. In fact, she's really quite gentle." He scrubbed at his beard thoughtfully. "Twelve is a bit more than she's been around at one time, though I can't imagine she'll spook unless they work at driving her away." 


Rain watched Tyne with those huge blue eyes, strangely perceptive to the woman's discomfort. Though she couldn't know precisely where the fear had come from, Rain could practically smell the worry coming off of her. Rather than bolt as other less experienced runners might, the curious mare reached over the fence. She nudged Tyne's arm with her nose, gentle and without the same insistence she had used in search of treats. This was a comforting gesture, accompanied by a quiet whuffling that seemed to say, *don't be sad, I'm here* without the words. 


Tolfast had made his decision to teach her a while ago, and when she asked with the implication he was still uncertain about her worthiness, the master raised a hand to stop that self-doubt in its tracks. "You've already done the first part," he smiled warmly. "She will teach you to ride. Make no mistake, I'll give you direction and help, but Rain will be the one you learn how to move with. Looks like she's already agreed." He was pleased and proud in equal measure, hooking his thumbs through his belt. "This has been a good start for today. We can continue tomorrow if you're up to it, we will begin with the foundation of how to groom and tack a runner. Once you can saddle her up yourself, we'll take the next step." 


He freed one hand and stuck it out to her as if to seal a deal. "You'll be riding in no time at all."


“They’re well behaved. I don’t allow them to cause mischief.” Well, not when she was directly supervising. Tyne was starting to suspect that Rona was going to cause a soapsand shortage in the Weyr at the rate she was stashing it under Tyne’s bed. “They’re part of the work I do and… help hold me down. So they’re usually nearby…” The way her voice drifted away almost seemed to suggest that what she wanted to suggest was something along the lines of gradually introducing them to the runner - but has hesitated as though not sure she was allowed to.


The jostle of her arm broke the solemn reverie and Tyne seemed surprised. No, there was no “seem” about it. The motion was completely unexpected. But she noted that it wasn’t the same curiosity edged with the same demand for more food, it was different. Concerned. She hadn’t expected that. Watching the runner for a moment, Tyne tentatively moved a hand to touch Rain’s cheek, feeling the softness of the hair against her palm. She could lose herself in those eyes. It had been a long time since she had done that.


As Tolfast spoke, Tyne looked up, blinking with a confusion that seemed to say that for a moment, she had forgotten he was there. He too was scrutinised, taken in from top to bottom. Tentatively she had already let him breach the invisible bubble that surrounded her like a protective shield. The extended hand was inspected just as thoroughly. Large. Calloused and well worn. Hands that had seen work and hadn’t shied away from it. 


After a long moment, the extended hand was taken by her much smaller one with a firm nod as she peered up at him with her odd, solemn expression. “Tomorrow, then.”


= End =



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This is Why I Live! (Hemiseth/L'nel, any) #heatwave

Ren
 

Ahh the heat! The glorious and most celebrated part of living in the south. Hemiseth adored it. Let his snippy brother Misnoth prefer the cold and even let his rider prefer the shade and cool stones there, the great stocky blue had a wallow dug out in the hot sand and was splayed out in it with his wings open just enough to absorb the heat. A most content humming came from him as he settled and rustled and settled again. It sounded to L'nel like the song his blue had made up when he was still a Weyrling and he had to smile at that. Some things never changed, then.

{{Ahh L'nel what a perfect bout of serendipity we had with me being born here and you here to receive me!}} Hemiseth purred while making his wallow deeper. {{OH! Oh no this sand is too cold down here, ech! Makes my hide itch.}} The blue climbed out of the wallow and buried it in with his paws before moving spots and making another hole with his forelegs. {{This will be better, no cold sand in my wallow, no sir! No son of Wendeth and Longath would be caught itchy and uncomfortable like that.}}

"You know plenty of your old siblings like the cold, right?" L'nel pointed out with amusement. That statement earned him sand flicked by a blue wing.

{{They're insane,}} came the gruff response. {{Absolutely bonkers. Other than Zivath, I'm the only one out of that clutch with sense. Ah, but she's not really my sister, is she?}} Hemiseth paused in his work and cocked his head while working through L'nel's memories. {{Yes, yes that's right, she arrived with you, late as ever. Thankfully she didn't want you.}}

"Of course she didn't," L'nel shook his shaggy dark hair. "I'm a boy."

{{And you're mine,}} Hemiseth pointed out firmly. {{Boy or not, I don't care. Golds are off anyway for only wanting girls, and so are browns and bronzes for their like of boys. Us blues and even greens have the only sense around here. Tell me, before you realized that I'm the most perfect dragon to ever exist, did you have any wild thoughts of riding bronze?}}

"Honestly no," L'nel answered. "Blue would have been perfect for me since the position I wanted is the position I have now. I wanted to be a Wingthird or Wingsecond so that I could support a Wingleader and see a Wing succeed. Best dragon to do that from is blue. Brown and bronze are expected to be leaders and seconds, so here I am on a sensible blue, Wingthird."

That answer deeply pleased Hemiseth and the blue rolled onto his back to expose his belly to the intense heat. The hum grew louder until L'nel felt himself consumed and surrounded by it. He closed his eyes and hummed himself in harmony with his lifemate as the bluepair sat in the overwhelming heat.
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Ren's Riders: Arialae, C'fan (Fort), D'cul (AWLM), F'liau, L'nel, L'nix, L'yall, N'met (DH), Ran'omi, R'vbor, S'dren, Talena (ACM), T'eko, T'mah, Vofali (Searchrider), W'rian, Zyreai (Healer), F'lo (FF Weyrling), V'riu (FF Weyrling), S'lion (MD Weyrling)

Ren's Crafters: Diagir (Whercraft), Reitz (Whercraft), Torinael (Healer), Ozfini (Healer)

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: Browns Are Always Best ((Attn: K'sway, Calyse))

Steelsilver
 

"Courthe I would." K'sway assured her, watching his green flits play a moment more, before he too set back to work. "And thanks for helping uth." he added. "More handth always welcome."  He moved to Sixanth's other side. "Feelth like there's always more of him to wash." 

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